sempiternals | How could your heart be stolen by a human?

( His hands may be capable of causing destruction, bruises and even death, but he uses his dexterity to bring about bliss to Kaveh's strains. He curls his fist underneath his shoulder blade, rolling his knuckles into the tense knots, soothing the shape of the muscle and relaxing his pressure points. He might be addicted to touching Kaveh anywhere at this point.

And then there's his sounds, the muffled moans dripping off into the peaceful silence around them. They resonate deeply in his senses, reminding him of his loudness and how he screams when he's overwhelmed with pleasure. The heating agents in the oils can only add to the intensity of his relief, cooled as soon as Wriothesley's hands shift to other muscle groups on his back.

He presses his digits into the flesh over the back of his ribcage, tracing every indent, leaving no area untouched. )

I would hope so.

[ He makes another low sound when Wriothesley's knuckles roll under his shoulder blade, and if the other man could see his face right now he'd be either amused or turned on by how blissed-out and senseless Kaveh looks from mere minutes of massage. Now that he's actually experiencing it for himself, he understands why the other man was so shocked that he never had.

And it's not that he's trying to be noisy, but he can't quite help it when it's so amazing. ]

Gods— Wriothesley. How are you so good at everything?

[ A short, breathless laugh, his face pressing into the pillow again as if to muffle the words as they come. At this rate, he's never going to want the other man to stop touching him, which is something of a problem when they both have work to do. ]

You should start looking for a replacement for your job so you can do this all day.

[ Perfect solution, right? ...Well, almost perfect. ]

Mm, actually— so you can alternate between this and fucking me.

You're flattering me.
( Patience becomes his deity each and every time Kaveh releases sound after delightful sound. Temptation teases him as his touch spreads some of the oil between the fabric fitting snugly on the roundness of Kaveh's ass, but he slides his hands up again. )

For someone with questionable stamina, you sure come back fast to it, huh?

Sadly, only I can handle certain logistics here, but it makes me happy you like it. You can ask me for one any time you'd like as long as I'm not busy.

Of course, the same can be said about fucking you.

( The lighthearted laughs against the pillow should be clear indication his skill is worthwhile on Kaveh. )

That should make it easier to return to work.

Is it flattery when it's the truth?

[ It's a contented murmur that is quickly followed by a laugh, bright and warm on his lips, when his stamina is mentioned. He should be offended, but he's not, even if he does reach a hand up behind him to flail a smack or two at the other's side. ]

For the record, my stamina isn't actually that questionable! It's just...

[ Well, it kind of has been, though, at least since the two of them have been fucking, and—

There's a pout in his voice. ] It's not my fault you're so good at what you do.

[ And then he goes back to humming his content, stretching almost cat-like under the other man. He'll enjoy as much of this as he can, while he can, and then he'll go back to work. ]

( He releases a small, humored grunt when Kaveh reaches back to smack him. If he wasn’t a little more progressed in healing he’d be flipping him over like a pancake and wrestling him to other positions. )

It’s my fault now?

You really are flattering me— besides, it’s not like I’ve done any of these things with a guy before.

[ He laughs, and then makes a grumpy noise in the very next moment, and flutters his hand about once more. ]

I'm not trying to flatter you! I can't explain it, it's weird. I'm not exactly short on experience, you know, and I don't usually lose myself so quickly. It's just. It's different with you, that's all.

[ A pause, as he reconsiders those words. ]

In a good way, I mean.

[ Ugh, he's embarrassed. ]

Keep massaging me.

( If he accounts Kaveh’s bad taste in giving himself to just about anyone - dangerous convicts included - he’s sure to believe his expanse of sexperience is out of the world. It works into Wriothesley’s advantage, though. )

Weren’t you going to start practicing abstinence, Boss?

( He complies with Kaveh’s demand, pouring more oil down his back to reapply and repeat the same process as before. This time, he’s more sensual about where his fingers slide to, such as the tense muscles around his neck and down his shoulders. He even presses his thumbs up to the base of his skull. )

[ Wriothesley is met with another grumble when he asks about Kaveh's supposed plan for abstinence. The nerve of this man, to sit here making him feel like a god being worshipped while he simultaneously pulls him back to terra firma with his words. ]

I was, but then this guy I like decided he wanted to fuck me, and so it all kind of went out the window pretty fast.

[ Also, two can play at this "being bratty" game, so he adds: ]

What do you think? Should I start practicing it after all?

[ Although the thought gets chased pretty quickly out of his head by the careful, slow movements of Wriothesley's fingers; this time, there's less pain in the process and more pleasure, and one particular press of his fingers has the blonde making a filthy, wanton sound into his pillow in response. ]

That guy must have a lot of power.

( He lowers his thumbs at either side of his spine, pressing and sliding them down to the crack of his ass by his pants. )

Or maybe you don’t have as much self control as you thought you did.

Either way, I can’t stop you from fulfilling your abstinence wishes.

Right?

( He knows full well what he’s doing here, playing Kaveh’s body so well to the point he brings his voice to the edge of the pillow. )

Oh?

[ So much for turning the brattiness tables back on Wriothesley. The other man has him completely unmatched, practically purring that he can't stop Kaveh from being abstinent if he wants... while also touching him in ways that make him burn. Lowering to breathe his single-syllable question practically into Kaveh's ear.

It's a challenge: does he have good self control? And there's a small part of him that wants to fight back, wants to get really stubborn, wants to show Wriothesley that yes he does, thank you very much... but also he's half-hard against the bed and he can barely think straight... ]

He does have a lot of power, [ he says instead, the sound half-muffled as he resolutely keeps his face buried in the pillow. ] He knows it, and I'm pretty sure he likes it.

I think you're right.

So your abstinence oath begins now, I take it?

( His hands slide low enough to inch Kaveh's pants down, pressing the elastic hem up against his bare ass. With his greased-up hand, he gives the pretty cheeks something worth remembering, swinging and smacking loudly across it. )

Too bad. I had plans to fuck you some more.

[ Does it? Is he even still planning to take an abstinence oath? Kaveh's response is a whine, and then a sharp, outright moan as the other man's hand smacks across his ass, his mind reeling at the mix of unyielding pleasure and pain that it sends ricocheting through him. ]

I-I— nn..

[ Fuck, it's hard for him to find the words like this. ]

I want to— I— mm, maybe I can... take the oath on another day? I want... [ He takes a soft, shaky breath. ] Do that again.

( He can only imagine how the relaxation makes the sudden spikes of pain a lavish experience, thundering through every nerve of his. Wriothesley likes how his ass steadily turns pink from the brutal force in the shape of his hand. A little lower and would be able to see his ballsack if it weren’t for the pants on the way.

He swings his hand again and slaps him again as he requests, finishing by filling both hands with his ass. He cups it tightly before he begins to sooth it using more oil. )

We’ll see about that.

[ The second slap makes Kaveh shout into the pillow, his breath quick and shallow as Wriothesley takes his ass into his hands and then starts to soothe the strikes with oil, making the blonde whine. What was a steadily-increasing arousal from the warden's sensual massage has turned into a spiking need, and it's all he can do not to roll his hips down into the mattress.

And then of course there's what the other says, bringing a sound of confusion, a lift of his head as he tries to turn, tries to catch his gaze in an attempt to read his expression.

(From this angle, there's no hope of that.) ]

What do you mean "we'll see about that"? Are you gonna try to stop me from breaking the oath I never made?

I can do that. All I have to do is not fuck you, right?

( He’s obviously joking— he’d be shooting himself on the foot anyway, depriving himself of a good piece of ass. He kneads Kaveh’s muscles sensually, spreading the oil over his roundness and teasing fingers between them, barely spreading him. )

How’s that?

[ He's ready to protest. He knows Wriothesley is playing with him, but he's ready to protest anyway. With how the other has been touching him tonight, the last thing he wants now is to lean into the abstinence that he dreamed up while he was miserable.

Any complaints are cut off though by the deliberate kneading of his ass, the fingers teasing between his cheeks, and Kaveh groans softly to himself. How's that? the Duke asks, and he has to bite his lip, fingers digging into the sheets to stop himself from arching up against him. ]

You know damn well it's amazing, Wriothesley— don't just... mm, don't hold back from me. Please.

( It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t tease him a little— and his ass cheeks are turning such a lovely shade of pink after all the slapping from cheek to cheek. He can’t not dip two fingers between them, spreading the oil lower until he’s greeted with his cute little tight ass, right? )

Aren’t you sore after everything I’ve done to you?

[ Kaveh's response to Wriothesley's action is a soft moan, hips wriggling up into the other's touch, far too eagerly for someone who was meant to be relaxed just moments ago.

(Massages, he thinks, could surely be calming rather than arousing, just not when he has a man rubbing up against him in all the ways he likes the most, deliberately teasing him with touches he knows will make him fall apart.) ]

Not sore. [ It's mostly the truth. ] I will be later but... `m fine now.

[ And then, because he can't quite help himself, he moves again, a little sway of his hips, a wriggle of his ass designed to get the other's attention. ]

You said you wanna fuck me, right?

Are you asking me to fuck you?

( Getting Kaveh to spill his confessions seems to be a growing kink of his. No words are necessary when his hips are rolling so easy like that, searching for a pivotal point against Wriothesley's fingers. He slides them lower past his ass, spreading them carefully around his balls. )

Maybe that plug is a good idea after all.

[ Kaveh hates it— hates it in that way, of course, where he loves it, even as it brings more heat to his cheeks and leaves him writhing under such a careful touch. He hates it because Wriothesley understands him well enough already to map over him in such a way as to leave him begging— because Wriothesley seems to like hearing him beg for it, for more of him.

Why else would he ask a question he knows the answer to, can see in the way Kaveh's hips roll, the way he moans as those fingers spread around his balls.

And he would love to be strong, to put up a proper fight, but that's never been who he is, and Kaveh lets out of a soft, shaky sigh. ]

Yes, I'm asking you to fuck me.

( There is truly something special about Kaveh turning Wriothesley back to a insatiable mess of a man. He just doesn’t show it, but how he takes to Kaveh’s ass again with lube is an indicator he’s just as desperate.

He pushes the substance into his ass with two fingers, fucking and spreading them to coat him with it inside. )

Stay like this.

[ Wriothesley may not say anything, may not show it, but Kaveh can feel from the movements of his fingers just how eager the other man is, how he wants it just as much as the architect does, fingers pushing into him with no hesitation and spreading him, making the blonde gasp out, panting into the pillow supporting his head as he writhes against the mattress.

And then the warden says something truly ridiculous, and Kaveh laughs, a chuckle even as his hips arch into those fingers. ]

Mmfuck— of course... where else would I even go when you're doing this?

I just mean don’t turn around.

( He pours some more lube directly between his fingers, letting it seep and fill into his ass. The sounds are utterly obscene with every languid thrust of them working with Kaveh’s hips arching towards him, feeling his tightness at all angles.

Wriothesley will claim him in every position imaginable, and this one is quite special.

He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, smearing some more of the lube and oils. He lets it string to him slowly with the light touch, tapping the heaviness of his cock right on his opening. )

Mm. Okay.

[ He falls silent after that— except, of course, for the low sounds on his lips as his hips rock into the older man's movements, an answer on his tongue for each filthy noise the oil and lubricant make together as those fingers work him over, readying him to the point where Kaveh's lips start to part in a whine, needy and demanding.

Thankfully, said sound comes right in time with the withdrawal of the older man's fingers, the following tap of his thick, heavy cock against the blonde's ass in a way that makes his body visibly twitch, makes his teeth press into his lower lip as his fingers curl into the pillow on either side of his face, an effort at grounding himself. ]

Yes. Please, yes.

( After a short moment of dragging out the sensation, he holds Kaveh’s ass in both hands to help spread him. The expanse of his arching spine curving down to the pillow is as elegant as Kaveh could ever be. His for the taking, here or on the surface — when Wriothesley bucks himself to breach him for the second time today, the rest is history.

The breach is an immediate high, a punch through every one of his nerves as he fills Kaveh out with his length alone. The sounds the mattress makes below them begs for a replacement, creaking at high speed.

He helps his hand to Kaveh’s nape, squeezing his neck to pin his throat down to the fabric while he fucks. There are no sounds, just labored breaths. )

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